"What we have here is a failure to communicate." Warren Ellis continues his mad Moon Knight. If you've been reading this book, you'll know that Declan Shalvey is the person you want drawing the mushroom graveyard planet. Why you're at the planet is a fair topic for discussion, so let's do that now, shall we? This book had a great start (my favorite comic of the year so far), so sad to say that everything that's followed has lacked the focus on Marc's past/present/future that was seemingly the cornerstone for why we needed a new volume of Moon Knight. The second issue was a big downer, but in issue three the death-bird God version of Khonshu returned as skeletal armor of body and mind, and it seemed things were maybe getting back on track. You have to imagine someone throwing a statue of an Egyptian God through Bruce Wayne's window while he was a child to enjoy how whacked out this can be. Here, not so much. Lovely art again, but a finite ending (that is neither finite nor an ending) does nothing to explain what happens to the other people he was trying to help in the first place. Satifyingly unsatisfying in a satisfying way, but this title is a frustrating one when trying reconcile that the simpler stories of #2/#4 are murkier than the ones that have been more brainaly intensive.